Friday Night Memories…

So, it’s Friday.

I know it’s been a while since we really chatted. I blame it on my son. And his beautiful wife. And these people, who helped me pull off a one-year anniversary party for them when they came home from Italy for a visit.

We may have built a huge patio and painted our entire house for the party, but whatever.

And since then I went to Amish country with Tricia Goyer to help her plot an amazing series with three equally amazing authors. And then to Tampa to hang out with my indie author pals. They are so talented and creative it blows my socks off. I came home with So. Many. Ideas. And…a surprise that I will tell you NEXT time we connect.

Tomorrow, I’m going to clean out the scary closet under my basement stairs.

(I told you it was scary)

But right now, I’m headed out for dinner with the hubs, and maybe I’ll come home, sit around the fire table and snuggle up with a good book on this fine fall night in Minnesota. How I remember those Friday nights when I would be sitting in the bleachers, cheering on my sons! Ah, Happy Memories.

Memories can be both good and bad, right? They can draw us in, or make us run. And sometimes direct the course of our lives.

It’s this concept that I drew on when I wrote (with James L. Rubart and my son, David C. Warren) The series, The True Lies of Rembrandt Stone.

It’s been an epic journey so far. 4 books out just this year, 2 more to go, and the next one, Book 5, Blood from a Stone releases on TUESDAY!

The story continues as Rem finds himself in a place he never thought he’d be…and scrambling to get back to a life he can live with…one that has his beloved wife and daughter in it.

Rem’s had a hard go of it the last four books. Worse, now Time seems to be playing games with him…But Rem is tough, you know. He’s from Minneapolis. Has Viking blood in him…